Lorcan & Evette

Chapter Sixty-Three

When Evie woke up, everything hurt. Especially the space between her legs.

Once you go werewolf, you don't go back.

Evie was feeling it now. But she was still alive. That had to count for something. Lorcan had suppressed the full moon for as long as he could. He'd taken her tenderly until the urges got too strong.

Dazedly- with her back on the grass- she stared up at the moon. Still full. Bastards. Talk about a self-fulfilling prophecy. A month ago, she hadn't given a single flying shit about the warlocks. Now, she was determined to ruin them. Slowly but surely, those freaky bastards were going down.

She looked around for Lorcan. In the place of a man was a wolf. The wolf was watching her, golden eyes alert.

Gods, the wolf wasn't watching her. He was guarding her. His mate.

A hand shot up to her neck. She grimaced, wincing. Still sore. It came back bloodied. But her senses were better tuned. An hour ago, she wouldn't have been able to see shit of this. Now, she could see more than dark outlines. Things were clearer.

That wolf came up to her. Seeing she was awake, it rested its big head on her stomach. She heard the snapping of bones and grimaced. The wolf became a man.

"Shit."

His eyes weren't open. This full moon was lasting longer than what was normal. Her werewolf was exhausted, but he'd stayed awake so she could sleep safely.

Stupid wolf.

She ran her fingers through his hair and sighed.

The warlocks would keep this night going until they were sure she was dead.

They'd underestimated her werewolf drastically.

"Lorcan," she whispered, struggling to sit up beneath him.

"No."

"Sleep, Lorcan. I'll be right back."

"Can't," he whispered. "My witch—"

"I'll be fine. Sleep, Lorcan."

He was too tired to argue any further. When she guided his head towards the grass, sleep hit him instantly.

He was out like the dead.

Shakily, she rose. She understood what people meant now about not being able to walk the morning after. She'd been royally fucked. Everything felt sore.

She hobbled in the direction of the truck, grabbing one of those blankets from the back and a gun from the front. Tucking the gun beneath her arm, she made her way back to the werewolf.

He blinked tiredly up at her, fighting off the exhaustion, falling in and out of second long spurts.

"Evie."

"I know werewolf. You can sleep now. I'm going to sort this."

He grabbed her ankle. His hold wasn't tight, but it was enough to make her wobble.

"Don't go to them. Not safe."

He pulled her down, catching her fall.

"I have to. This isn't going to stop until I do. You need to sleep. You're exhausted."

"Don't go."

She cupped his cheek to kiss him.

"I'm going to stop this. Sleep now, werewolf."

An hour ago, he might've had the energy to stop her- but not now. Now, when she brushed stray strands of his hair out the way of his eyes, those eyes grew droopy then shut completely. She guided his head back down to the grass and covered him in the blanket.